Chapter 317 The man who was burned to death by the fateful script
Walking in the dead city, you can still vaguely see the shadow of the old city.
Dilapidated cars, broken windows, fruits that look fresh but rolled to the ground... Everything seems to be yesterday.
If it weren't for the tombstones everywhere, Su Mu really thought he was walking in the end of the world.
Checking the information on the golden mark on the tombstone casually, it was still killed by Michel.
After walking for more than an hour, no skeleton was found. In other words, all the living humans in the entire underground world were killed by Michel, and they were buried one by one and built tombs.
The limit range of [The Eye of All Knowledge] did not sense the existence of any professional, and as for the full-scale spread of the wave, nothing was found.
So far, Su Mu has obtained several different versions of intelligence information.
The summary is the same.
No matter what the purpose is, the first generation saint Michel is a sinner who affects the development of mankind.
Now it seems that it is still a demon who slaughters humans for some reason...
The intelligence has been mastered to a certain extent, and the next step is to find the first generation saint Michel and obtain his godhood.
Buzz!
The body trembled unconsciously, and the fluctuating perception was predicted to be extremely dangerous!
Looking around, nothing was found, and the golden mark suddenly dimmed a little.
Not long after.
The golden mark on the cross completely disappeared, and quickly spread to the distance with Su Mu as the center.
Buzz!
Buzz!
Buzz!
...
Dense prompts appeared in the perception, and the sound of breaking out of the ground appeared in the silence.
Arms stretched out from under the cross and raised high to the sky.
In a blink of an eye, they were surrounded by tens of thousands of corpses, of all ages and different appearances.
The heavy knife went down to kill a baby corpse that was about to attack. Su Mu often exhaled, with a raging anger in his heart.
These corpses were just ordinary people when they were alive, and they might even have a completely vague definition of the concept of professionals.
Michelle actually killed all these people!
Each corpse was well preserved, without any scars, and the expression before death could still be vaguely seen on the face.
"All things in the world are ashes, and the blades are like fire~"
With a heavy heart, he slowly recited the words of liberation, and the boundless red flames burst out, sweeping the entire city in an instant!
Since he stepped down from the professional altar, he has never encountered such a weak monster, even worse than ordinary goblins.
Under the raging fire, the corpses burned to ashes.
All of them, including the cross that recorded the information, were burned to nothingness!
"Thank you..."
"Thank you, big brother."
"Thank you, Michelle, and thank you young man!"
"May the light of the saint illuminate your way forward, young man!"
"Thank you, benefactor!"
...
Among the words of thanks, mixed with gratitude to Saint Michel, Su Mu was puzzled, and undoubtedly wanted to see this first-generation saint who only existed in a few words in history as soon as possible.
The next second.
Su Mu couldn't help but take a breath.
A giant of light suddenly appeared in the distance, brighter than fire and hotter than the sun!
The high-rise buildings that had existed for thousands of years became real ruins in the flames. A black shadow broke through the flames and flew towards the giant of light.
He casually waved the blazing sword in his hand, and the sea of destruction without considering the consumption of magic power completely transformed the underground world into a scorching purgatory.
The tall figure on the strange altar can be seen at a glance from thousands of meters away. The giant of light suppressed the boulder with one hand, and five phantoms on the left and right prayed devoutly.
Buzz!
His eyes were instantly stained with a layer of black, and his eyes were as emotionless as black holes.
The flames that burned the entire underground world disappeared in an instant, and even a spark was a luxury.
Instead, the temperature rose rapidly!
Bankai!
Zan Huo Tachi!
Flame cloud patterns quietly emerged on the wings, Su Mu held the sword with both hands, and his body speed exceeded the sound!
A horizontal slash!
[Zan Huo Tachi. North-Heaven and Earth Ashes]!
Crack!
As if he had broken through some kind of barrier, Su Mu fell into a completely empty world.
His eyes, which had been blocked by darkness, recovered and he looked around the world. When he opened his eyes again, it was another brand new world!
"Where is this?"
"Saint, what happened to you?"
Saint? !
Su Mu quickly stood up and found a mirror. It was still his face and body, but he was wearing a white uniform.
"Nothing, where are we now?"
"Reporting to Saint, the twelve saints won the battle against aliens on the ground, and now the rest of us can return to the ground to live again!"
The beautiful young nun answered with excitement.
The same was true for the other people in the room.
"All this is your credit, Lord Su Mu!"
WTF?
Even the name was changed? The creator of this game also considered the issue of immersion and thoughtfully processed the name...
After several similar experiences, Su Mu also figured out his identity.
The first generation of saints!
In other words, what Su Mu is experiencing at this moment is exactly what Michelle had to face!
The professional coalition of the human race has won an unprecedented victory, recaptured a large amount of land occupied by alien races, and has the ability to protect it.
After discussion and deliberation by the human race council, it was decided to transfer the humans in the underground city back to the ground in batches.
The life professionals who came out of the underground in advance restored the city as quickly as possible, and now have the prerequisites to return to the ground.
After being forced to live in the dark underground due to the invasion of alien races, the humiliation of the human race can only be washed away by returning to the old land!
The relocation work under the expectation of everyone is proceeding in an orderly manner...
On Su Mu's desk is the punishment decision on the new king of the ancient country in the center of the earth, Odworth, with a red stamp of the human parliament, which means that this decision is recognized by all mankind and cannot be changed.
Even if the person who opposes is a saint!
"Raise an army to destroy the country..."
As time goes by, the human professional army fights with the flames of revenge, and good news comes frequently.
Five batches of migration troops set off one after another, and as many as 300 million ordinary people or life professionals return.
There are nearly 600 million humans in the underground world who are full of expectations. Su Mu has not found any clues from these details, so he can only complete the existing tasks step by step.
"…Master Su Mu, the thirteenth saint Kriven has returned!"
Kriven, who was bathed in the aura of killing, wore white armor and a red robe, and his temperament was elegant and extraordinary.
"Teacher! I'm back!"
After dismissing a group of servants, Kriven knelt on his knees, his face full of misery, "Teacher, Odworth personally released the evil god Direk who represents the plague!"
Su Mu was secretly surprised.
Another new name!
Kriven then said another more shocking news.
"Teacher, now everyone in the underground world... has become a believer of Direk!"
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This task has a lot of information fragments, readers, don't worry~
